Amazingly, when I searched for the album the first song that come up was the song I always thought of as "his song" to me because it features a long trombone solo. I couldn't have told you what the title was before today, but it hit me a bit different because today happened to be his last day on earth. The song is titled, "What are you doing with the rest of your life." There may not be what is considered a perfect song, album or life, but we can have our favourites--and Dad is that for me. When I think about the body of work my Dad accumulated during his 70 years of life on earth, by God's grace he quietly and steadily accomplished incredible things. He loved God, family and country; he ate, worked, read and slept with an emphasis on work. Yet his work never took him away from us or people, for his labours always drew people closer.
At the end of a timed exam people are told by the teacher to put their pencils or pens down, and so it was for Dad--who was content to remain on the tools his entire carpentry career. A day came (earlier than Dad expected) when God determined it was time for my dad to put down the tools, and he did. He ran his race God set before him with joy even when there was bad news, unexpected obstacles, valleys and uphill climbs. He faithfully expressed his love for God by using his gifts and building skills to help others free of charge. There is no one I admired more or aspired to be like than Dad, and I'm grateful for a life filled with happy memories of a man with a sense of humour who didn't mess around, a fellow who swung a hammer for a living and also tied balloon animals with those calloused hands to minister God's love to kids at church or outreaches.
My dad's favourite verse in the Bible is found Psalm 116:15: "Precious in the sight of the LORD is the
death of His saints." God loved us sinners so much He sent His Son Jesus to be the Saviour of the world, and He provided atonement with His own blood. Considering the precious payment God made to redeem mankind, those He has purchased are most precious in His sight having chosen them as His own inheritance. My dad said many times if he was ever to have a tattoo it would be, "Do not resuscitate" emblazoned across his chest because when God called him home, that is exactly where he wanted to be--glorified in the presence of God without pain and sorrow, loosed from a failing body, finally home and whole for eternity. It wasn't that Dad wanted to die, but he earnestly looked forward to the day when He would see Jesus in person.
What am I doing with the rest of my life? It's one of those questions that cannot be answered with words: looking back may supply a more accurate assessment of our character moving forward than staring into the unknown or having aspirations. Knowing Jesus is my life as His redeemed through the Gospel, may God help me to run the race set before me with joy, to faithfully follow Jesus all my days no matter what comes--a decision my dad nor countless saints will ever regret. For those who are in Christ, the rest of our lives lead to rest in God's presence as we serve Him faithfully.